Birdy thoughts

Isn’t he a dapper-looking fellow? The White-throated Sparrows are swarming under the feeders now. I’d love fancy non-reflective glass in this window — the birds come within a few inches for seed on the rail.

A pair (I thought) of Cardinals came to the ledge, and the male kept driving off the duller-colored bird. I thought that was the female and wondered why he was being so aggressive towards her, but maybe it was young-of-the-year being told to find his own banquet table.

Titmouses (titmice?) make more noise per ounce than any other bird. A little flock comes dogfighting through the trees, whining shrieking and rasping at each other, each one trying to monopolize the feeders.

I hear turkeys calling in the morning, but can’t see the flock. Then I remember it’s turkey season, and what I’m hearing is hunters. We always had to put Autumn’s orange coat on this time of year — a knee-high brown dog dashing through the woods after rabbits is just asking for trouble.